Of Dancers and Dunderheads
Susan Clark --- 06.8.09
Disclaimer—Harry Potter & Co. were created by J. K. Rowling.
The one in which Dumbledore struck gold after watching the newly installed "Wiz-vision".
- - - April 1st : Hogwarts Great Hall - - -
"Good morning students," Dumbledore boomed with an unnatural, broad smile, as his colleagues – namely the Potions master Severus Snape and Transfiguration professor Minerva McGonagall held tightly drawn faces.
"After an… ah, intense conversation amongst the Hogwarts staff members, it is my utmost pleasure to announce that the auditions for the very first Hogwarts dance competition will commence – tonight! – at seven o'clock. Ten candidates from each House will be chosen. Please dress appropriately and dance with your greatest passion for our selected judges: Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and a special guest!"
After a moment of long silence, hushed murmurings swept over the students as they contemplated whether the announcement was a joke, a trick, or simply Dumbledore on crack.
However, those unmistakable, identical scowls on Professor Snape and McGonagall remained, and many brave students chewed on this latest news.
"The top couple will earn their House a hundred points, so don't miss out!"
- - - April 1st : Gryffindor Common Room - - -
"So, Hermione," Ron prodded casually as he propped up his feet on couch arm.
"Hm," Hermione dipped her quill into the jar of ink as she glanced over distractedly.
"You gonna sign up for the... dance competition? Harry and Ginny are going, too."
"Honestly, Ron, you are so slow sometimes. Of course I signed up! A hundred house points could cover most of the points that you and Harry lose all the time." Hermione huffed as she continued scrawling on a parchment.
"What?! You mean you signed up and you didn't tell me? … Are we together or what, Hermione? Sometimes, I just feel like you're not putting as much effort as I am."
"Well I'm sorry that I don't pat your muscles or coo Won Won," Hermione glared heatedly, still sore over the Lavender episode. "Look, I don't want us to fight again. Why don't you go sign up now, and we'll go together, alright?"
- - - April 1st : Slytherin Common Room - - -
"Drakie!" Pansy threw herself onto Draco as he lounged on the green velvet divan.
"Pansy, get off me right now."
"I signed us up for the ball, isn't that great?"
"What ball? … You mean the dance competition?" Frigid grey eyes narrowed.
"Of course. We would be the best couple of the dance party! After all," Pansy shifted her right leg over the left as she twirled around the room, "Purebloods like us have been bred to dance and participate in classy, social events. As if Pothead, Longbottom and Weasel would know how to dance!" she tittered.
Draco sighed as he ran a hand through his silky platinum strands.
"Pansy."
"Yes?" her eager face lit up.
"I'll let it slide. This time. But don't ever presume that you can decide anything for me."
For a moment, Pansy almost thought that Lucius has polyjuiced as Draco. As much as Draco tried to deny his resemblance to his sperm donor currently plucking grapes for himself in Azkaban...
Like father, like son.